“It’s a new idea. A newly written love story. No normal circus. No animals. We’re combining ­theater, dance, saga and spectacle.”

Question 4: What the hell is he talking about? “Our slapstick guy plays a character. Our break dancer acts drunk in a bar and ends up break dancing. Our leading lady pops in and out of a dream sequence. Clowns explain the trapeze while working on it. We act out only romance stories. Even a gay acrobatic duo. A cheek kiss signifies romance. Their special handshake indicates close friendship.

“We’re young. Only 4 years old. We want to prove you can do this. We’ve studied companies working around the country. My parents were theater people. I loved this as a child. I trained as a circus performer and worked with the pros. Having studied dance and business, I wanted to reinvent the idea.

“Atlas has a professional trainer. Our performers, like ones from Cirque du Soleil, have experience. They’ve worked venues before.

“So New Yorkers can see us. This short residency — we can’t afford a longer booking — is a bar in an upstairs lounge. We’ll reach out to theater and dance communities, Broadway producers and agents, and hope everyone comes to see us.

“This production is our debut and it’s called ‘The Optimist.’ ”

Of bourbon & docs

When not acting, Matthew McConaughey’s hustling. Per Wild Turkey bourbon company: “Matthew is writing, directing, starring in commercials about this brand from the heart of bourbon country.” OK. I give it four hics . . .

And Geraldine Page’s daughter Angelica’s one-woman show on her late mom opens here this month.

Traffic spike

Tuesday. Park Avenue in the 70s was Spike Lee Day. Cluttering the west side of the snowy street, movie trucks spilled equipment onto the high-priced sidewalk. “Spike Lee film,” said some guy huddled in a puffer hoodie, plus woolen stocking cap, plus thick fake-fur-trimmed work boots.

One block away, filling Madison Avenue’s roadway and doorways, a crew with gear, plus umbrellas to protect from the elements, plus more trucks, plus a directional arrow that pointed from a hand-printed sign that read “Bathroom.” Ask, “What’s up?” and one guy who gave my frozen palm a hand-warmer replied, “Spike Lee film.”

Dog days of Jan.

It’s Westminster’s Best in Show time. Let me just tell you my January bills: Vet, $1,500. Lab, $600. Medication, $139. Aide giving her a home injection once a week, $100. Groomer, $80. Special food, $300. Wee-wee pads, $40. Sweater, $35. Kennel for the once in 15 years my housekeeper and I both were away, $50. Plus, tips.

Juicy, my Yorky, is 3 ½ pounds.

“We were in Hollywood last week for a small wedding. Just the bride and groom and obstetrician.”